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How many mid Life's shadows grope, 
Afraid to fear, afraid to hope, 
For Lives are tangled at the best ; 
And hearts by sorrow oft' oppressed 

That know no easing : 
But even thus, we learn to say 
"The hindered purpose of to-day 

Makes stronger our to-morrow." 

O, hindered Uves ! O, weary souls ! 
The sun is shining on 3'our goals ; 
Above this tempest of unrest 
Glad songs are waiting your behest 

That have no ceasing : 
Look up, and with brave spirit say 
"Night shadows roll in mists away 

To greet ttie Golden morrow." 

How many those, who, all unknown. 
Share burdens none may bear alone ; 
By Sorrow's hand God's gold is tried. 
And ail souls must be purified 

Through Faith's affliction : 
The World awaits Love's light to-day, 
And all unconscious, while we pray, 

'Tis breaking, for to-morrow. 

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